Poems (Stuart)/Obsession
OBSESSION.
I will not have roses in my room again,Nor listen to sonnets of Michael AngeloTo-night nor any night, nor fret my brainWith all the trouble of things that I should know.I will be as other women—come and goCareless and free, my own self sure and sane,As I was once . . . then suddenly you were thereWith your old power . . . roses were everywhereAnd I was listening to Michael Angelo.